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Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, fince with sorrow and heart's di
stress Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on! In me is no delay, with thee to go, Is to stay here; without theè here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling: thou to me Art all things under Heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art bapish'd hence. This further consolation yet secure 620 I carry hence; though all by me is lost, Such favor I unworthy am vouchlaf'd, By me the promis'd seed shall all restore.
So fpake our mother Eve; -and Adam heard Well pleas'd, but answer'd not: for now too
625 Th’ Arch-Angel stood; and from the other hill To their fix'd station, all in bright array The Cherubim descended; on the ground Gliding meteorous, as ev'ning mist Ris’n from a river, o'er the marish glides; 630 And gathers ground fast at the lab'rer's heel Homeward returning. High in front advanc'd The brandish'd sword of God before them
blaz'd; Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat, And vapors as the Libyan air adult, 635 Began to parch that temperate clime: whereat In either hand the haftning Angel caught
Our ling’ring parents, and to th’ eastern gate
645 The world was all before them, where to
chuse Their place of rest, and Providence their
guide. They, hand in hand, with wand'ring steps
and flow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
I who ere while the happy garden fung,
5 In all his wiles, defeated and repuls'd, And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness.
Thou Spi'rit who ledst this glorious eremite Into the desert, his victorious field, Against the spiritual foe, and brought'st him
thence By proof th' undoubted Son of God, inspire, As thou art wont, my prompted long else